The Secret Strength Of His Rejected Luna

Kira POV:

"Is he back?"

My voice tight and dry,and waiting anxiously for the other person's response.

My husband Dorian's driver Ronan's voice was low. "Yes, Luna. The Alpha King's private jet landed the day before yesterday. But he didn't come back to the estate. He went straight to the apartment on the west side."

The west side apartment.

That was where he kept her.

Apparently, he went straight to his mistress as soon as he got home. And I, his wife, haven't seen him in a long time. It's incredible that we've been married for two years, yet we've also been living separately for two years.I hardly remember what he looked like.

A familiar wave of nausea rose in my throat.

I hung up and slammed my foot on the gas. The car shot forward. I didn't know where I was going. I just wanted to escape this suffocating city, escape my joke of a title as Luna.

Tears blurred my vision, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of light. I swiped at them angrily with the back of my hand, making it worse.

Suddenly, a figure darted from the shadows of the trees, straight into the path of my car.

My mind went blank.

I slammed on the brakes. The tires shrieked against the asphalt. A sickening thud. My body jerked forward, the seatbelt digging painfully into my chest.

Shaking, I looked up. A woman was lying in front of my car, her long, pale blonde hair fanned out on the dark road.

I fumbled with the seatbelt, my fingers trembling, and threw the door open. The night air was cold, my breath turning to a white puff.

"Are you okay?" I knelt beside her, trying to check for injuries.

She let out a groan, slowly opening her eyes.

Surprisingly, she didn't exhibit any of the expected emotions after being hit by me – no pain, fear, or anger.

Her gaze then fixed on me, her expression twisting into a strange, almost venomous one. "It's you... Kira Sterling."

She knew me.

In that moment, I felt a strange and unsettling fear, but the thought of hitting someone overshadowed this peculiar feeling.

I took her arm. "I'm taking you to the hospital. What's your name?"

She stared at me, her voice a cold whisper that sliced through the night. "Cora Sharp."

Cora Sharp.

The mistress that Dorian kept hidden.

The drive to the Pack hospital was suffocatingly silent.The knuckles of my hands turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. The soft music from the car stereo did nothing to calm the storm inside me.

Once I had delivered her to the operating room,I sat on a cold plastic chair in the hallway outside the emergency room, my hands clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. Every minute felt like an eternity.

A nurse, Chloe Sullivan, approached me, her expression seemed furious. "Are you Kira Sterling? The patient said you intentionally hit her. What is your relationship?"

I stood up, furrowing my brow, and after a moment of silence, "She is my husband's mistress." Chloe's expression suddenly widened in shock, as if she couldn't believe it. "So, you hit her?"

"I didn't intentionally hit her. If you think I did, please report it to the police and have them review the security footage."I don't want to waste time on people who aren't relevant.

Chloe remained silent, her lips moving slightly as she considered her response."Ms. Sharp has a fractured leg and some scrapes. She'll need to be admitted for observation. We've already notified her... emergency contact."

Just then, the emergency room doors swung open. Cora was wheeled out, her leg in a thick cast.

She saw me and immediately her face crumpled, tears welling in her eyes. "Kira, I know you didn't mean to... but it hurts so much..."

Her words were meant to sound forgiving, but the triumphant glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

I let out a sarcastic smile. My husband is nowhere to be found, and her attempt to appear vulnerable seems pointless. I won't offer the same leniency I would show my husband, nor will I show her any tenderness.

But I quickly realized how naive my thoughts were.

Because before I could say anything, a powerful, suffocating Alpha presence washed over the hallway. The scent of cedar and winter wind. My body went rigid.

It was Dorian.

My husband, the Alpha King of the Nightfall Pack. He was here.

I turned, my heart hammering with a pathetic sliver of hope. Maybe... maybe he would come to me first, ask if I was okay.

His tall figure strode down the hall, his black coat swirling around him like a dark storm. He didn't even slow down.

He walked right past me as if I were air.

His deep gray eyes held no reflection of me. They were fixed on Cora's wheelchair.

My blood turned to ice in my veins. The whispers of the nurses around me were like a thousand tiny needles pricking my skin.

Dorian knelt, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Cora's forehead. His voice was low and tender, a tone I had never heard him use.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Cora immediately grabbed his hand, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls. "Dorian, I was so scared... It was the Luna... But I believe she didn't do it intentionally, it was a mistake stemming from a moment of anger...."

Dorian's gaze finally snapped to me. The usual coldness in his gray eyes was gone, replaced by something far worse.

Glacial frost. And undisguised... disgust.

He rose to his full height, his large frame casting a shadow that completely engulfed me, an absolute and crushing display of power.

"Kira," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "You better pray she's okay."

I try to form a response, but Cora's words leave me speechless, unable to find any counter-argument.

After all, no woman would intentionally choose to be hit by a car in order to frame another woman; it would be too self-destructive, and the consequences would be too severe.

I feel like an outsider right now.

However, seeing Cora, tears streaming down her face, express her distress, I felt it was even more important to explain the situation clearly. "I have something to say, and I want to make sure I get it right."

Dorian's voice was cold and sharp, "Are you not clear enough?"

He raised an eyebrow at the distraught Cora, speaking in a tone of accusation, "Isn't it you who caused the accident?"